Statenville's Silent Scourge

The blaring of your iPhone jolts you from a rare attempt at sleeping in on a Monday morning. It's Josh, your best friend from college, already annoyingly cheerful and successful. You mumble a greeting, already dreading the conversation, which is sure to involve his pestering you to leave Statenville and get a 'real' job.
You hang up, pulling the covers over your head, trying to recapture the lost sleep. But the phone buzzes again, this time displaying your editor, Guy's, name. What could he possibly want this early?
You answer, bracing yourself for his usual gruffness, but his tone is different. Urgent.
"Cal, get up and get dressed - and get down here right now! We've got a double murder in Statenville!"
A double murder? In Statenville? Your mind races, the mundane Monday instantly transforming into something potentially career-defining.
